It had been a long while since Sebastian had felt this overwhelming feeling of nerves and he hated it. He had thought it had gotten better. His life was better, he had no reason to feel this down, right? That's what he kept trying to tell himself anyway. Luna would probably scold him for thinking that way. That woman could read his mood like a book. Which was exactly why he had jumped on his bike and took it for a ride. He loved Luna—Yoba knows he did—but he didn't really want to bother her with his nonsense. He still felt a little guilty about leaving his pregnant wife, but he really needed to think. That's how he ended up on the cliffside that overlooked the city.

It started with a dream. Or rather, a dream of a distant memory. He didn't have many memories of his father. He wasn't even sure if it was a memory. Perhaps it started off as a dream, but he had it so often that he believed it was a memory. Either way, the fact that he had the dream in the first place had shaken him and he needed air to breathe and space to think. It was the same every time. His father halfway out the door, his mother right behind him, face wet with tears begging him to stay. He'd never seen his mother cry. Which was one of the reasons he wondered if this was even a memory. Of course, just because he'd never seen her cry didn't mean she never did cry. She never talked about his father. He'd only asked about him once that he can remember. He was maybe no older than 12 or 13. The sad look on his mother's face that she tried so desperately to hide behind a smile made him instantly regret it and he quickly changed the subject.

But truthfully, as he got older, he stopped caring about his father. The man left and never tried to contact them. It wouldn't have been hard. Sebastian was practically born in that house in the mountains. The address never changed, so getting in contact with his son wouldn't have been hard. No, what had Sebastian spooked was the fact that he really didn't have a single positive father figure in his life. Of course, that wasn't news to him. He'd already known that. But what struck up this thought was the fact that he was about to become a father.

Luna was further along, now entering her second trimester. The two were debating if whether they should find out the sex of the baby or be surprised during birth. As much as he liked the idea of being surprised, he was also curious to see if Luna's strong belief that it was a girl was true or not. He didn't really believe her at first, but she was so adamant about it that he was starting to think she might have been onto something.

Then his mother had asked them about a baby shower. The couple hadn't really put much thought into that, so of course, Robin took that as an invitation to plan one. Sebastian was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. But that would have all been fine. He expected his mother to be excited. It was her first grandchild, and a year before all of this she was sure it was never going to happen. So, her going a little overboard was to be expected. No, what might have been the trigger for Sebastian's overwhelming nervousness and the recent dream was probably Demetrius and his… indifference to all of this.

Sebastian and his step-father never really got along. Their estranged relationship did improve once Sebastian moved out. Okay, perhaps improvement wasn't the right word. They went from arguing on the regular to just pretending the other didn't exist, which might have been for the best. However, Demetrius's lukewarm response to learning the news of the pregnancy did annoy him. It was the same way he responded to their engagement.

Sebastian never saw Demetrius as a role model of a father. If anything, he saw him as the shining example of what not to do. His own future child deserved better; he knew that. But he just couldn't escape the fact that he had no idea what he was doing.

Sebastian was brought out of his dark thoughts when he felt a buzz in his pocket. Pulling out his phone, he cursed at himself when he saw the time. It was almost noon. Luna was probably starting to worry about him.

"You okay?" She had sent him a simple text. He smiled to himself, almost bitterly. He hadn't meant to stay out so long.

"Sorry," He texted back, "I just needed to think and lost track of time." He read over the text a couple more times before adding, "I'll bring home food to make up for it."

Her response was almost immediate, and he couldn't hold back the smirk.

"You spoil me!" The bubbles that indicated she was typing didn't disappear, so he waited for her to finish. "Actually," she sent a follow-up text, "I want to show you something."

Oh? He wasn't expecting that. He collected his things, pulling out his keys to his motorcycle. Placing his helmet on his head, he revved the engine to life and took off home. Though he did take a detour to the city to pick up some takeout. He was a man of his word after all.

He pulled up to the sight of his wife sitting on the porch bench, nose deep in a book. He didn't have to read the cover to know what it was. She was obsessed with those pregnancy books as of late. Getting off his bike, he collected his things from the trunk and made his way to the porch. His wife's eyes met his when he made it to the top of the stairs.

"Hey, you." She greeted, turning the page in her book.

"Hey." He greeted back, brandishing the bag in his hand, "I brought back Chinese. And…" He pulled a second bag from behind his back, "A Zuzu City Cheesecake."

She looked up from her book at hearing that. The two went into the house, placing the food on the kitchen table. They set up their plates full of food, sitting across from each other, and ate in silence. But it wasn't the comfortable silence he was used to and enjoyed. There wasn't tension in the air either. This was more like the kind of silence that would eventually lead up to a string of questions. It wasn't the first time Sebastian had taken off on his motorcycle when he needed to clear his head and think. But he didn't normally stay out that long. He usually tried to come home at lest in time for breakfast. But he had gotten too lost in his thoughts and let the time get away from him. Luna might have seemed calm but perhaps he had worried her. He felt a bit guilty about that.

"So…" He trailed off trying to distract himself from his thoughts, "What was it you wanted to show me?"

She paused mid-bite; brows knit together in confusion. "Oh!" The realization hit her, and she sent him a sheepish smile, "That's right! I wanted to show you something…" She trailed off as though she was giving it a second thought. The look on her face was suddenly serious and his stomach dropped. "But first," Her green eyes were soft with worry, "are you okay?"

Sebastian took a breath to steady himself. He knew she'd ask. He just thought she'd wait a while.

"It's…" He ran a tired hand through his hair with a sigh, "It's silly. Don't worry about it."

That only earned him a frown, "It's not silly if it's bothering you."

He knew she'd say something like that. He shook his head with a chuckle despite himself. He knew she wasn't going to drop this anytime soon.

"I'm just…" He sighed, leaning back in his chair, food forgotten, "…a bit nervous." He debated his next sentence in his head for a second before giving in and just blurting it out, "I had that dream again."

Luna looked confused a second before the realization hit. He'd told her about this dream a long time ago. He didn't have to go into detail about it, and for that he was grateful.

"I guess I was just worrying… about if I'd be a good dad." He confessed, "I mean, it's not like I have any good role models." He laughed bitterly.

Luna was silent. She was staring at him without really looking at him. Perhaps she was searching for the right thing to say. He liked to think he could read his wife like a book—and usually, he could—but when she was deep in thought like this her face was usually blank. Finally, her eyes went back into focus, finally looking him in the eye.

"I get it." She said, giving him a sympathetic smile, "I remember I felt the same way… when we were engaged. I was so excited but also… well, you know about my parents."

Sebastian nodded in understanding. He only really knew bits and pieces about Luna's family. Her parents divorced when Luna and her sister were young. She never went into detail about it though. The fact that her own mother didn't even show up to their wedding was all he needed to know about their relationship.

"Obviously my parents were pretty bad role models." She chuckled, though it lacked the usual cheerful melody he adored so much. "I wondered if I'd be a good wife—"

"You are." He smiled softly at her. Of course, she would understand where he was coming from. He felt a little silly now. This was all so new to both of them after all.

She laughed. A genuine laugh that made her face light up, "And you're a great husband." She held his gaze, eyes soft, "And I think you're going to be an excellent dad." Luna got up from her chair and walked over to sit next to him. She gave him a peck on the cheek and squeezed his hand, "Besides, we'll work it all out together. Like we always do."

He sighed contently to himself. He did feel a little better. He decided if he ever got trapped in his own thoughts again, he'd try to talk to her first. Letting his mind wander seemed to only make things worse.

"Thank you." He smiled at her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze to let her know he meant it. They sat there a little longer, falling into that comfortable silence he enjoyed so much. He did feel a little better, for the most part.

"So!" Luna popped out of her chair, clasping and pulling his hand along with her, "I wanted to show you something!" He let her drag him along, up the stairs, and to the door of the nursery. The young woman was practically vibrating with excitement. "Okay," She tried to calm herself down but was failing miserably. "It's nothing big or anything, but maybe it could cheer you up."

Now he was doubly curious. He didn't remember her buying anything new for the nursery. Whatever it was she seemed quite proud of it.

Opening the door, he immediately understood why. She had painted the walls of the nursery but that wasn't the only thing. On the walls were hand-painted cartoon frogs. Each frog seemed to have its own personality and doing something different. One frog was sitting on a lily pad watching another set of frogs play together. Another trio of frogs could be seen playing music together. It was honestly too adorable.

"You painted this?" Sebastian asked, impressed. He knew Luna liked to paint in her free time, but he wasn't excepting her to paint a mural in the nursery. And the fact that she painted frogs when she knew he loved frogs just made it more endearing.

Luna excitedly nodded in response to his question, "Do you like it?"

He smiled at her with a nod, "Love it." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug as best as he could. Her growing baby bump did make that a bit difficult. "How long did this take?"

"A week."

How she managed to hide this from him for a week he'd never know. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she hummed contently. She snaked her arms around his waist, and looked into his eyes with a playful smirk, "So," She purred, and it almost sounded seductive. She batted her eyes, looking at him through her eyelashes, "About that cheesecake…"

That… was not what he was expecting her to say. He couldn't hold back the amused laugh. He wasn't surprised she didn't forget about that. Her sweet tooth seems to have only gotten worse since she'd become pregnant.

They made their way back to the kitchen, each getting a slice of the creamy cheesecake. They found themselves lounging on the couch. The TV was on, but they weren't really paying attention to it. Sebastian looked over to his wife. She wasn't really paying much attention to her surroundings. She seemed too focused on demolishing that cake.

"Hey, Lulu?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

That seemed to catch her attention. She looked at him a little surprised at first before recovering with a smile of her own, "I love you too." She adjusted herself, sitting more comfortably next to him, laying her head on his shoulder. "And the baby's going to adore you too."

That statement sent a gentle warmth through Sebastian's body. He just loved how she was able to do that. Did she know what she did to him? Always managing to put his mind at ease. Maybe she did it subconsciously. Or maybe she knew exactly what she was doing and just did a good job hiding it. Ether way, he loved her for it.

The young couple enjoyed the silence, the tv nothing more than white noise in the background.